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*added Song *
For me, there were good days but also lonely days. Everything made me feel so emotionless. I was fighting Jogo at the moment, and my thoughts were once again elsewhere. It was another one-sided fight. He launched a massive fireball, and I stood there, lost inside, snapping my fingers to neutralize everything.
He looked at me with wide eyes, gritting his teeth, and created another one. I took his right hand and kneed him in the face. Blood poured out. I kicked him away, and he landed on the ground not far away, trying to save his jaw.
He sighed, "I always lose against you."
I let myself fall onto the sand, pulling my legs to me, "Then give up."
He scoffed, "Not to a human."
I looked at him, "Eventually, your stupidity will be your downfall."
He glared and wanted to attack when I released the energy from the fireball I had absorbed back at him, causing a massive explosion that blew my short hair back. The temperature rose, and it smelled like burnt socks. I looked up at the fake sun.
Over the past year, I had changed. You could barely recognize me anymore. Four months ago, I could hardly keep up with Jogo, Mahito, and Hanami, but now they feared me. I, Kanna, who couldn't even kill a Grade 4 curse.
I scoffed emptily to myself.
I stood up, walked to the door, and stepped outside into the fresh air. The wind blew my short hair away, and with my hands in my pockets, I stared into the endless darkness that Shibuya offered me.
Geto explained to me that the plan was to temporarily seal Gojo Satoru, and what bothered me the most was how much this information affected me.
My chest tightened. Apparently, an ancient curse technique made it possible to create a dream world where non-jujutsu sorcerers would also be trapped. Curses and humans would live together.
It wasn't my own wish... I furrowed my brows... the sad thing for me is that I don't feel comfortable here either.I don't feel part of this group. I sighed. I am seriously trying to heal my inner wounds and make him suffer.
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